Summer

It is coming to the end of the year and I'm sure that everyone has summer on their mind. But what makes summer so special? Why do people obsess over it? Well maybe because it just happens to be the best season ever. I mean how can you not resist the warm weather, the constant swimming, tanning, eating, just everything? You have no worries. No teachers, grades, or school work on your mind. You are completely care-free. You also don't have to constantly check what you’re wearing to make sure that it is "school appropriate". In Summer I can have all the straps showing I want or the shortest shorts ever. Or I can even walk around in a swimsuit. Whatever suits me best. I can also hang out with my friends whenever and not worry about one thing. Half the time I don't even know what day of the week it is in summer. Well to cut it short, my point is that I love summer, and so does almost everyone else and I can't wait another second until it comes.

My Love.

Today I would like to express my love to you about juice boxes. Often, people do not see my love for them. People underestimate me when they have juice boxes. One time my mom took away my juice boxes and I sat there and cried for 10 minutes until she handed them over. People often wonder why I am so obsessed. But how can you resist that shiny pouch? I mean seriously. It’s SO good. Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if there was no existence of juice boxes. I think I would go insane.

True Story

It was a cold, rainy boring day in 2001 when I was doing the usual, sitting at the coloring table with Raymond drawing pictures of animals, aliens, stick people, and other things that an average 5 year old would be drawing. As I was sitting at that table getting very irritated with Raymond snuffling his nose, I decided I would make this day like no other. I would make it adventurous. Soon it was time for recess. Me, still sitting there bored out of my mind decided to take a trip that recess. Where no other kid has gone. Off of PLE property. So I looked around to see if there was no teachers in sight and boom, off I went, lacking the knowledge of punishment I would get when caught. I ran as fast as my little yellow rain boots could take me. "WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING MISSY?!" shouted Raymond from the edge of the monkey bars. By that time I knew he was going to tell on me but I had no sense in caring what so ever. I got to the parking lot when I started to shake from the coldness and started to crave a snack. I never thought I would think this, but I actually missed the coloring table with Raymond. So I quick looked at my Elmo watch, not knowing what time it was, but still somehow knowing I had enough time to run back up to school just in time for nap hour. So off I went. I made it before recess ended and right before Raymond told the teacher on me. I felt safe, warm, and of course rebellious. I also made it back without any teachers aware of what just happened. Some school right?

Future

Everyone is so excited about the future. Moving on, getting married, going to college, making a career. But I am not excited at all. Leaving all of my best friends? Leaving home? Going to a school where you don’t know anyone and your forced to live on your own? None of that sounds fun to me. Everyone is expecting us to know what we are going to do when we go to college. Everyone says "It's not too early to start thinking." But it really is. I'm in eighth grade, and let me tell you that I do NOT spend my days thinking about my career, and I'm sure no one else in our grade does. I mean yeah it's nice to see what’s out there, but still, I would rather spend my time hanging out with my friends and having fun while it lasts. When the time comes, I'll think.